Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 34

"You don't have to be like that with me."

She pulled away and flicked on a light as soon as he closed the door.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Better. I think I am. I can open the door and sometimes manage a step out of the door. That's it at the moment. I'm working on improving that. My counselor thinks it won't be long until I can go outside again."

Rebecca was suffering from agoraphobia. She was terrified of going outside. Demon was the only one who knew, and he didn't know how Tate and Kevin would take the news. Ever since her abuse had become known to the men at Club Possession, Demon had been the one she trusted most. Tate and Kevin were too possessive of her.

He followed her through to the sitting room where she had a couch for them to talk. The moment he sat down, his mobile rang. Cursing, he pulled it out of his pocket to turn it off.

Stephen was calling him.

"Answer it. Don't mind me. I'm going to go and make tea," she said.

She left the room as he answered the call.

"Hello."

"Could you come down to the club as soon as possible?" Stephen asked. No greeting, only instructions.

"Why?"

"We've got some news, and it's better to do all this in person."

"Okay. I'm meeting someone at the moment, and as soon as I'm done I'll be on my way."

The call cut off, and Rebecca walked into the room.

"How have you been?" she asked.

"I met someone. A woman. She's young, and I think you'd like her." With Rebecca, Demon had always been able to treat her like a sister. He didn't see her as an as-usual being. He cared for her, but he didn't love her.

"Do I get more details?"

Demon smiled and was about to tell her all about Violet when he stopped. All he was doing was postponing the inevitable. He took a deep breath. She deserved to know the truth.

"Actually, I've come about something much more important." He sipped his tea and then turned to her, taking each of her hands in his. "It's about Tate and Kevin."

She pulled away, wrapping her arms around her body. "I don't want to talk about this."

"They've asked for you to give them some time."

"Demon, I'm not ready. They're going to want something from me, and I'm not going to be able to give it."

"I made a deal with them that you'd at least see them. You've got to move on from this, Rebecca."

"Move on? You don't even know what he did to me. What happened isn't something I can just walk away from. How could you agree to something and not involve me?" she asked. Tears were falling from her eyes.

"I care about you, honey. Doing this to yourself is not the answer." Demon reached over and pulled her into his arms. Tate and Kevin would look after her. They would protect her. He had to believe they'd treat her better than her last protector. The scumbag could rot in jail for all he cared.

"I can't. You promised you'd protect me. I can talk to Violet and come to an understanding. I don't want anything from you, Demon."

Shaking his head, Demon stood and walked over to the window.

"You know he's not coming back. Every one made sure he'd stay in that cell for the rest of his life," he said.

"I know." Her voice was so small and fragile.

"The club will protect you, Rebecca. All I ask is that you try. I know you liked Tate and Kevin. I've seen you with them when he wasn't around. They made you smile and laugh. They gave you joy. Why won't you give them some of your time?" he asked.

She was silent, and Demon turned back to face her.

"Because I'm afraid," she said as a sob overcame her. He watched as she covered her face with her hands and cried.

He moved over to the couch and sat down, embracing her in his arms.

"I won't let anything happen to you, but you've got to start living your life. He's gone. Don't let him ruin you anymore."

Demon held her as she cried. The tears were long overdue. He wondered how much pent-up emotion Violet kept within her. If her situation was anything like Rebecca's then he knew he would be in for some damage control.

Only when she agreed and he'd got her settled and relaxed, did Demon leave. Getting in his car, he phoned Violet to tell her he wouldn't be home until late and traveled across the city to get to the club, which lay at the far side surrounded by forestry and cut off from everyone else.

The drive took close to two hours, and the sun was already setting by the time he made it over to the club. He punched in the twelve-digit number, drove down the drive, and parked in his usual place. The man on the door told him he'd find Stephen in his study and that they were expecting him.

During the early evening visits the club was only just starting its day's worth of business. He saw the rooms being cleaned. The bar was having a restock of deliveries. Demon walked through until he found Stephen's office. He knocked at the door and waited.

"Come in," Stephen called.

"Sorry, it took me so long. I was over the other side of the city. Traffic was a nightmare. But I guess you've got news for me? Why did you make me come here? Why not call me at home?" Demon asked as he entered the main office. Immediately he noted Tate wasn't the only member present. Looking around he saw Kevin, Sean who was a nasty rich son of a bitch, and the man who owned the club, Stephen. "What's going on?"

"What do you know about Violet Moore?" Stephen asked. Being the owner of the club it was Stephen's responsibility to make sure everyone was safe. He'd been the one to take the call the night Rebecca Black's husband had attempted to kill her. There was so much history between the men in the room, Demon suddenly felt overwhelmingly sick. He thought about the question.

"She's twenty-one. Her mother is dead, and she has no other siblings. Growing up was hard for her, and she doesn't like to talk about it. Violet is no threat to anyone." Demon looked from one man to the other. "What's going on? What do you know and are not telling me?"

All of the men looked at each other. He knew something was going on, something he had no knowledge of. "Tell me. I was the one who asked you for this, Tate."

Sean nodded his head.

"Violet Moore has a reward on her head for seventy-five thousand dollars. Preferably alive," Tate said.

A block of ice engulfed his heart. "How is that possible? Someone would have recognized her."

"It's not your public hit. This is black market stuff. Ever heard of a Dominic Green?" Sean asked.

"The name rings a bell." Demon knew who the guy was. Violet had called his name out during one of her nightmares.

A piece of paper was handed to him. "He's the most wanted man in the world. Dominic Green is the lowest of the low. Everyone is terrified of this guy. No one will come in to testify, and those that do have ended up dead. There doesn't seem to be a law precinct where he isn't known."

"What does he want with Violet?"

"From what we can gather, Dominic recruits impressionable girls from all over the world. From America to London and through to Japan. That's how far and wide he can go. No one can touch him. Rumour has it, that when he takes a girl she becomes his possession. Everything she earns, whether it's on her back or helping to deal drugs, he's got a hand in it."